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Chapter 276: Common Man, Confucian Scholar, and Su Wang
Wang Tong smiled and looked down at Li Guanyi. He said softly, "You can't speak out the things in your heart. If you speak out, people in the world will not tolerate you. That's going too far."

"Speaking out will make the whole world your enemy, and no one will understand you."

"It is said that one should not give up one's duty to a teacher. However, if even the master does not give up his duty, then the disciple will certainly not give up his duty either."

"The teacher is helping you, but I'm not actually helping you."

"How much chance you have in the end depends on you."

Li Guan looked at him, lowered his eyes, and said, "Yes, disciple understands."

Discussing the Dao is just a means.

That is just the external manifestation of the general trend of the world.

Nothing in the world is ever that simple.

The core is not determined by discussing the doctrines. What is fighting at the moment are the tens of thousands of students cultivated by this academy. These students may not possess top talents, but they are competent for middle-level positions and are the backbone of building a force.

Wang Tong smiled, looked at the disciple, and said:

“A building that is about to collapse cannot be supported by a single piece of wood.”

He flicked his sleeves and walked forward calmly, the aura of Confucianism rising. The soul of a Confucian student is connected to the aura, which can be used for various wonderful purposes. After practicing for a long time, he will be no worse than a warrior. At this moment, Wang Tong walked slowly, and a sense of righteousness rose.

Cheng Rulong and Zhu Jingmian's expressions changed slightly.

These two highly respected, white-haired scholars were actually forced to retreat!

This Confucian scholar, who was only thirty-three years old, came straight towards me with his pure and righteous spirit.

The two of them were forced to fall to the ground from their high positions on the futon.

Wang Tong stepped on the positions of the two great scholars and said softly:

"You two, please."

Li Guanyi walked past the teacher. He knew that, in fact, there would be no competition for who was better today. Just as Wen He, Wen Lingjun and Feng Xiao said, the academy was a piece of fat meat and all the princes in the world wanted a piece of it.

Great scholars are all smart and shrewd people who are made through reading.

He used the original Master's words to disguise and conceal his own thoughts, gathered students together, and then divided the forces and joined various countries. What he was fighting for now was not about schools, the four symbols, or right and wrong.

The vast world.

There is no right or wrong.

Li Guanyi said to himself, "They will help whoever wins."

His sleeves were rolled up, and he was holding the Chixiao sword, looking at the road ahead. The students' eyes were still clear, staring at Li Guanyi, Chen State, and Ying State, both of which had millions of troops and tens of thousands of miles of territory.

The army is strong and the horses are powerful, and the warehouses are full of gold and silver.

But he also cares about these tens of thousands of students.

During the three hundred years of chaos, how could the students who inherited the ideas of the first generation of Confucian masters be weak and powerless? Scholars in troubled times have the tradition of traveling to study.

Tens of thousands of students in the academy have all undergone the training of the gentlemen in the academy. They all have internal energy above the entry level. They can ride and shoot, and can drive a chariot driven by four horses on the battlefield without disrupting the battle formation.

Understand the laws and rules of the world and its history, and be aware of policy changes.

Once you mount your horse, you can wield your spear or sword to kill the enemy.

Once you dismount, you can write a report and submit it immediately.

In terms of domestic affairs, one can be familiar with laws and folk customs; in terms of logistics, one can be familiar with the art of calculation and be responsible for the people's livelihood.

The Six Arts of Confucianism.

Etiquette, music, archery, imperial duties, calligraphy, and mathematics.

Li is the law and rules for countries under the sky, and Yue is the music that guides the people in sacrifices.

Archery and wingmanship, as well as the default swordplay, are the skills for fighting on the battlefield.

Books and numbers, one is the books reporting situations and policies, the other is the knowledge needed to integrate the troops, because Gongyang Suwang had not died, and because the two great Confucian scholars Cheng and Zhu had not really reached the level of the master of the academy.

In the academy at this moment, the teachings of ancient Confucian scholars are still spread. The academy integrates hundreds of schools of thought, and all disciples practice these six skills. At that time, the first generation of masters only had three thousand such students under their command.

And now, after eight hundred years of inheritance, students of this level.

There were about 10,000 people in the academy.

These are ten thousand students.

If he mounts a horse, he is a colonel; if he dismounts, he is the absolute elite among the officials.

Being both civil and military is the standard of talent cultivated by the classical school.

The era when the various schools of thought flourished is now a thing of the past.

That initial glory has long gone like the flowing water in the east, never to return.

At this moment, the academy was the last force of the classical school left in the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Among the teachers of Confucianism and the School of Diplomacy, there were rare counselors in the world, and among the teachers of the School of Military Science, there were many generals who were worthy of being on the list of famous generals.

Although there are only 10,000 students here, they can defeat an army of tens of thousands.

Moreover, they are classmates, comrades-in-arms, and colleagues from the same school.

The pure idealism of the academy is still retained. With these 10,000 people as the core, each leading 30 to 50 people, it is enough to pull out hundreds of thousands of troops in an instant. Only if there is a famous general in charge of the command and a little training, can the army be kept in order and advance and retreat in moderation.

It can be said that it only takes a few years to build a talent framework for a 500,000-man army.

This is the vast majority of the elite reserve in the Central Plains over the past twenty years.

The final glory of the various schools of thought.

The minimum number of people who are all well-rounded, both civil and military, is 10,000 and they are all at the baseline level.

This is why both Chen and Ying came here.

Any powerful lord would understand what this means.

After the students of the academy go out into the world, for a hundred years, it is impossible for the academy to purely train the younger generation as it did in the past and let them concentrate on practicing their skills. For some things, it is easy to open the door but it is difficult to go back.

Whoever controls the academy can gain a part of the world.

At this time, Chen Dingye and Jiang Wanxiang raised their heads at the same time, their eyes were scrutinizing as they stared at Gongyang Suwang who was sitting quietly over there. When Suwang was young, he came from a poor family and had to copy books for wealthy families in order to read books.

In order to seek knowledge, one can travel hundreds of miles just to get the answer to one sentence.

After asking, he turned around and went back home.

King Gongyang Su, who came from a poor family, curbed the fighting between different schools of thought, but he also rejected the invitation of the State of Chen to serve as an official several times in order to maintain the existence of the academy in this chaotic world.

Talented people from all over the world would come to the academy to study, learn the six arts of Confucianism, and learn the methods of hundreds of schools of thought. Over the years, he had been able to suppress the disputes among the many schools of thought, and forced most of the students to study with peace of mind. It was through accumulation from generation to generation that the current accumulation was achieved.

It actually allowed the students of the academy to enter the world.

What are you betting on?
Was it the appearance of the Scarlet Sky Sword that made you decide to take a gamble?

Chen Dingye and Jiang Wanxiang were both thinking about it.

Li Guanyi stepped up to the high position among the princes. He looked at Jiang Wanxiang and Chen Dingye, and then sat in another position. He wore a golden crown, a scarlet robe with unicorn and cloud patterns, and both civil and military sleeves. On one side of the robe, the other side showed armor.

He raised the wine to toast Ji Zichang, and then drank alone.

The princes have their own stances, and the Confucian scholars have their own persistence.

He saw the determination in Wang Tong's eyes, and he realized what the teacher wanted to do.

………………

Feng Xiao took a sip of wine, looked at the vortex in the sky, and murmured, "It's all over, it's really all over. I thought something was going to happen, but after the lord went in, this matter is even bigger than I thought."

“Go with the flow and against the flow.”

"Take advantage of the opportunity to intervene, strangle the main force, and gradually advance."

Feng Xiao took a sip of wine and murmured:

"Those who are driven by others are slaves, those who are respected by others are guests, those who cannot gain a foothold are temporary guests, those who can gain a foothold are long-term guests, those who have been guests for a long time but cannot take charge of things are lowly guests, those who can take charge of things can gradually grasp the secrets and become masters."

"The lord is weak, and the nations are strong."

"My lord, coming to Zhongzhou is like a guest visiting. The first step is to gain a firm foothold, that is, to occupy the guest seat; the second step is to take advantage of the opportunity; the third step is to intervene; the fourth step is to seize the opportunity; the fifth step is to become the host."

"This is considered an interference. Master Wang Tong doesn't know what to do."

"But the opportunity to [turn the tables] has arrived."

Feng Xiao took a big sip of the wine, and at this moment, his eyes suddenly became blurry.

It seemed as if a small black turtle flew out from the void.

Feng Xiao was stunned. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes fiercely.

"Hmm? Black Turtle?"

Feng Xiao finally began to doubt himself and murmured, "Am I drunk?"

"Did you finally drink yourself into a brain trouble?"

Until the black tortoise, which had a burst of internal energy and took the initiative to reveal itself, became impatient and slapped Feng Xiao on the forehead, waking up the drunkard. The black tortoise turned around staggeringly, and a golden light appeared on the tortoise shell on its back.

The patterns on the tortoise shell combine to form Li Guanyi's handwriting.

It was Li Guanyi who let his Black Turtle Dharma Image come out.

Feng Xiao identified the words formed by the patterns on the back of the black tortoise's image. His expression gradually became more solemn. Then he nodded and said, "What the lord said coincides with what I thought. Little black tortoise will tell the lord."

"Feng Xiao won't let him down."

Feng Xiao lifted the wine jug and tilted his head back to drink.

After hesitating for a moment, he hung the wine jug around his waist, licked his lips, and felt his heart pounding and his blood boiling.

He rode away on horseback.

The black tortoise's Dharma image turned into energy and returned to Li Guanyi's body.

Li Guanyi then knew that the message he had just asked the black tortoise, which could leave the body, to convey had been accurately delivered. He heaved a sigh of relief and watched the discussion with a calm and peaceful look.

Master Wang Tong himself was a highly regarded young disciple of the Gongyang lineage of Confucianism. He was quite wise and was one of the famous scholars invited by Yue Qianfeng at the beginning when he was planning to rescue General Yue.

In the academy, there are influences from all three schools.

But Cheng Rulong and Zhu Jingmian are different.

They absorbed part of the knowledge of Taoism, preserved the principles of heaven, eliminated human desires, and used the principles of heaven to constitute the essence of human beings.

And in their theory, the Way of Heaven is manifested in human beings.

That's the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues.

Beyond this part and what is necessary for survival, there are human desires.

Human desires are contrary to the principles of heaven. We should cut off human desires and preserve the principles of heaven. Li Guanyi watched this battle of Master Wang Tong. These Confucian masters all have internal strength of about the fourth level, and their primordial spirit is even stronger.

At the beginning, it was Cheng Rulong and two others.

But later, facing the vigorous Wang Tong, Cheng Rulong and Zhu Jingmian, it became increasingly difficult to respond. The students also paid attention to this young master who was initially believed to have many disciples, was proficient in three schools, but had not formed his own school.

The discussion gradually became more heated.

At the beginning, there were only Zhu Jingmian and Cheng Rulong.

Later, famous scholars, famous calligraphers, strategists, military strategists, Taoists, and other famous people stood up. They all had their own ideas, reasons, decisions, schools, and disciples, and came to discuss Taoism with Wang Tong.

Among the various schools of thought, great scholars who had read books for decades emerged. They were very smart people and knew that there was no such thing as right or wrong in the struggle for the great principles of the world. They knew that power should determine the outcome of a debate.

But they also have the arrogance and pride of scholars.

Since Wang Tong invited them like this, how could they not come?

No matter how deeply a scholar has entered the world of fame and fortune, if he has reached where he is today, there is still a spirit in his heart. This spirit is the pursuit that arose when he first started studying, but it has been polished away by the experiences of the world.

The students of the academy gathered here.

Feng Xiao and Li Guanyi had the same idea, but Feng Xiao wanted to use military tactics to turn the tables, while Li Guanyi just wanted to let Master Wang Tong get what he wanted.

Thousands of people gathered here to watch this discussion.

This place cannot accommodate so many disciples. The Confucian Kingly Way:
"Tear down the wall."

"Why do all the philosophers need walls or gates to discuss philosophy in the academy?" So the students worked together to tear down the walls and barriers that blocked the discussion area, and then entered the discussion area. They looked respectful and bowed before approaching, then found a place and sat cross-legged.

Wang Tong, a Confucian scholar, dealt with various schools of thought at the same time.

Rather than discussing the truth, it has actually gradually turned into a lecture.

Wang Tong's knowledge and his ambitions were slowly revealed as he collided with the various schools of thought and religions. Li Guanyi straightened his back and watched Wang Tong lecture quietly.

At nightfall, the students held up lamps and candles, and the inside of the academy, whose walls had been demolished, was filled with brilliant light, like numerous stars gathering together into one.

The discussion continued, and neither Jiang Wanxiang nor Chen Dingye left.

At sunrise on the second day, a sudden change occurred. After Master Wang Tong's refutation, Zhu Jingmian's expression suddenly changed several times. He seemed unable to maintain his state of mind again. The Confucian uprightness is actually a product of the combination of a warrior's firm will and the primordial spirit.

It is similar to the Dharma image of martial arts, but different.

At this moment, Master Zhu Jingmian suddenly shouted a few times, then fell over. The righteous energy above his head collapsed and turned into streams of literary energy that dissipated. Zhu Jingmian's Taoist heart was broken, and he spurted out blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.

At this moment, everyone was shocked. The great scholars who used to be in charge of schools felt a majestic aura in this discussion. They stopped talking, and thousands of people were looking at Master Wang Tong, who had debated with all the philosophers.

Fight Taoism with Taoism, fight Buddhism with Buddhism, and fight Confucianism with Confucianism.

The great master who integrated the three religions into one.

The students, as well as the great Confucian scholars from various schools who were crushed head-on in the most direct way, all had changed expressions. Cheng Rulong whispered, "You are outnumbered. Your wisdom is already too strong to be damaged. You are wasting your energy like this. Do you really not want to live another ten years?!"

Zhongtian Beiji, the great leader of the Yin-Yang School, had passed a verdict on Wang Tong.

It is said that a man who is too passionate will not live long, and too much wisdom will hurt him. If he cultivates himself well, he can live past the age of forty, and then he can live to about sixty years old. However, if he does not restrain himself, Wang Tong's life span will not be long.

Master Wang Tong replied: "I have heard that there are people who sacrifice their lives for righteousness."

This Confucian saying, which can be said by anyone and even by a five-year-old child, suddenly becomes heavy at this moment. The weight of the words will only be revealed at certain critical moments.

This is where the sharpness and firmness of Confucianism lies.

Cheng Rulong's face changed drastically.

Li Guanyi over there suddenly stood up, and the young prince said slowly: "Let's stop discussing the Dao here."

His eyes fell on Master Wang Tong.

The Ze Tian hexagram in "Huang Ji Jing Shi Shu" allowed Li Guanyi to sense vitality. He sensed that the Master's vitality had reached its peak, and stopped speaking just when it was about to decline. After all, he was just a young man, and he hoped that those close to him would get what they wished for.

He hopes that those close to him can live on after getting what they want.

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and picked up a glass of wine.

The scarlet battle robe fluttered, Jiang Wanxiang looked at him with a smile, but did not stop him.

Chen Dingye lowered his eyes.

They have a territory of tens of thousands of miles and three hundred years of national history and accumulation, which gives them the grace of a king. Discussing the Dao is just a way of expressing the struggle for the general trend of the world on the surface.

What really matters is the general trend and national strength.

Even if Master Wang Tong refuted the various schools of thought, it was a foregone conclusion that the great scholar would bring his disciples to the two countries. It was a big deal. Jiang Wanxiang respected Master Wang Tong as a great talent in the world and gave him a great name.

What's the use?

He looked at Li Guanyi with the cheerful composure of a junior, curious about what this kid was going to do. Haha, at worst, he could show his heroic spirit and bring a few more people along. That wouldn't hurt!

The eyes of various philosophers also fell on the young prince. Li Guanyi walked out slowly, his footsteps landed in the air, his vitality dispersed and turned into flames to support him.

The Chixiao Sword whistled, and a red dragon slowly circled around him. Li Guanyi walked to the side of the master, used the Huangji Jingshi Book to heal Wang Tong's injuries, then raised his glass to toast all the disciples of the academy, and then stood in front of Master Wang Tong.

The Master smiled and said, "No princes have ever suffered such a fate."

Li Guanyi replied: "You saw it today."

A middle-aged man shouted, "Li Guanyi, son of the Duke of Taiping, you are also from an aristocratic family. What you said is just to bring many students under your command and make them your subjects. How obvious it is that you are a powerful official and want to seize the world!"

Feng Xiao grinned.

It's not just Li Guanyi who has this idea. The states of Chen and Ying also have this idea.

Li Guanyi answered directly: "You don't have to go to Jiangnan and don't fight for the world, but the people survive in the world, and the people's wisdom is not open. The academy is not a force to dominate the world. The academy should be used to educate the world."

He raised the cup filled with wine in his hand and said loudly: "May I ask all the students in the academy, do you still remember the original Master? Do you still remember the study abroad? May I ask you, do you still remember that there is no discrimination in education?"

"The Book of Rites says: A good singer makes others follow his voice; a good teacher makes others follow his aspirations."

"Scholars of the Academy, do you want to study in the rich and prosperous places of Zhongzhou, or do you want to travel around the world?"

Chen Dingye and Jiang Wanxiang's expressions suddenly changed.

Stand up suddenly.

Then sit down slowly.

Jiang Wanxiang smiled bitterly: "This kid is going to dig up the roots!" He regretted why he didn't suppress this kid just now. Li Guanyi was too young. He subconsciously treated Li Guanyi as his nephew, so he was hurt by the sharp edge.

Tens of thousands of students only saw Qin Wuhou walking in the academy wearing a golden crown and a red robe.

"Li Guanyi came to the academy today, not to invite a family or a faction."

"Li Guanyi offers a glass of wine to celebrate the 800-year-old academy's elegance."

"Respect the Master for teaching everyone, and respect the various schools of thought."

"Li Guanyi dares to invite the academy to come out!"

"Like the ancient philosophers, traveled the world and educated the people!"

What he saw was not just one talent, but a group of talents. Li Guanyi came here to open the closed academy. At the beginning, only King Gongyang Su saw this. The young man raised his head, looked at the students, and said softly:
“Learn from them.”

“Be them.”

"Then……"

The wine in Qin Wuhou's hand fell on the ground of the academy, and he whispered four words. Just four words were enough to stir up the blood of all the young people who still had ideals.

“Surpass them.”

Master Wang Tong looked at Li Guanyi, lowered his eyes and smiled. In fact, he saw many drawbacks in the path that Li Guanyi wanted to take. He hoped to select people based on their talents, and hoped to enable the people to read and open their minds, and take one step at a time.

However, the academy was already controlled by great scholars. They had their own ideas, schools, and righteous spirit. Even if the common people studied and became wise, they would eventually be influenced by them and naturally merge into a different school.

The academy should be pure.

The interior of today's academy is like that of an aristocratic family, which relies on controlling the students to gain fame and reputation in the world, absorbs the blood of the students and achieves one's own status. That should not be an academy, nor is it the Hundred Schools of Thought.

Over the past eight hundred years, too many problems have accumulated.

This evil was accompanied by the recommendation system and spread like a poison within the academy.

Before the recommendation system was replaced by the imperial examination system, these remaining harmful effects had to be eradicated.

Before the new era, the academy should be cleaned up again. Although new problems will surely accumulate after a few hundred years, don't be afraid.

Those who come are endless.

The most accomplished person hides himself in heaven, the next most accomplished person hides himself in earth, and the next most accomplished person hides himself in name.

Wang Tong should do great things, and his disciples should be known all over the world, but the world does not know my name.

Master Wang Tong raised his head and looked at King Gongyang Su. King Su stared at this junior whom he valued the most, was stunned, and then immediately realized what he was going to do. There was sadness in his eyes and he sighed. Wang Tong smiled, bowed, and took a step forward.

He lowered his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Wang Tong answered your questions before."

"Now it's my turn to ask you."

"A great scholar, a famous scholar, seeking fame and fortune?"

The famous scholars of this era were speechless for a moment.

Wang Tong smiled, with a hint of regret in his eyes, and said:

"At first, the Master said that those who know are not as good as those who like it, and those who like it are not as good as those who enjoy it. At that time, I thought what the Master said was very true, but later, after traveling around the world, I found that I had new ideas."

“Those who know are not as good as those who do, and those who do are not as good as those who are at ease.”

“Know the Way, practice the Way, and finally be at peace with the Way.”

Cheng Rulong's face changed drastically, and he said, "Wang Tong, what are you going to do!"

Wang Tong replied: "If Confucianism is to become Confucianism, the academy will become a filth. I see that your literary spirit is as prosperous as luck, but if you look closely, you are actually absorbing the luck of the students in this academy."

"As long as you saints are not destroyed, the students cannot make a breakthrough. They are all sucked of blood by you."

"You are a thief if you are too old to die."

"Everyone can become a dragon, but you are the barrier before the fish leaps over the dragon gate. Respect your teacher?"

The thirty-three-year-old scholar took a half step forward and said loudly:
"What does it mean to respect teachers?"

“A disciple need not be inferior to his teacher. Only when a disciple surpasses his teacher can he respect his teacher and value the truth.”

"It is not about bowing and greeting, it is not about following the lead of the great scholars, it is not about distinguishing between superiors and subordinates. What you all desire is just for your disciples to bow to you."

"However, such minor problems are nothing more than dust and leaves."

"Just brush it off."

flick?!
Half of the major schools of thought had drastically changed expressions.

Wang Tong said: "The discussion is over. Today, I will destroy the literary spirit of all of you and destroy the style of your school and family. If the academy is to rule the world, it should not be like this. It will make people laugh at it."

"Don't worry, I'll cut mine off first."

When Wang Tong said this, he finally showed some of the youthful vigor and took a step forward, with his righteous spirit rising into the sky.

Thus, in the ancient Confucianism, an even more majestic and righteous spirit rose up into the sky and turned into a sharp sword. The literary splendor achieved by the accumulated luck of various major schools under the Hundred Schools of Thought began to change strangely, as if they were about to disperse.

However, there are also those true great scholars who purely follow their own will.

There was the sound of swords ringing, grand and solemn.

In the ancient Confucian road, swords flew out one after another, even the sword in Gongyang Suwang's hand flew out and landed in front of the young Confucian scholar.

【Virtue】【Benevolence】【Righteousness】.

Cultivate virtue.

Seek benevolence.

Take meaning.

The Confucian scholar walked with a sword in hand, looked at Li Guanyi, and said, "Establish a mind for heaven and earth, and establish a destiny for the people."

“I can’t do any of this anymore.”

"But the third one, I can try."

He smiled, and the master walked slowly, holding a sword in his hand.

The sky was gloomy and depressing, with winds rising and clouds surging. A sense of righteousness rose from every student in the academy and transformed into a long sword. Wang Tong held the sword in both hands and slashed across the sky, as if he had cut off the chains that bound the young students.

First use the theory of Tao to break the spirit in his heart, and then use the great and righteous energy to break the locks on his body.

Then the powerful families can be destroyed.

Then the students can go out into the world.

The crisp sound of shattering continued.

As a result, many so-called schools of thought collapsed one after another.

The streams of literary energy absorbed layer by layer flowed into the bodies of those students. This change in aura, mixed with the sound of swords, was long and endless, stirring a bronze bell in the academy, the bell rang long and endlessly, as if it had been heard thousands of years ago.

Wang Tong held the Suwang Sword in his hand, the blade against the ground, the scholar's sleeves rolled up, and he said gently: "To carry on the lost knowledge of the past sages."

"Remove the old and establish the new."

"Carry on the past and open up the future."

"The eight hundred years of shackles have been broken, the ocean of learning is endless, there is no more restraint, everyone——"

"please!"

(End of this chapter)